Have you ever felt alone in a sea of people? Have you felt like giving up?
This all happens maybe we don’t know who we are. I have felt the same. I just find a new face of mine every time, befuddled with my own persona. The marine of people is nothing but the people acting as a drop. But I feel like I ‘am worst than a drop or a grime in that ocean which sooner have to be eradicated.
Feeling this pressure I cry in vain for my recognition. I beg for my oozing charm, a calm psyche. I want to fathom out the strengths of mine, the intrinsic worth I belong.
I want to pine for the preeminent in me. I want to dodge of this hubbub of verdict myself. I want to shred out this stumpy layering of mine and want to show this humankind what I possess within myself. I don’t want to attest it to every other populace that I’m the unsurpassed. I want them to sense by themselves that what I embrace. What I’m . What all I can achieve. I want the snuffle of mine to be converted in to the sweat of my uphill struggle, I want my cries to be renewed in to the enliven of my happiness, I want my melancholy to be transformed into the thought practice. I just want this girl to be converted into an art. An art which is vague and can render many emotions. I want my unfathomable thoughts to be penned down on the paper of my victory
I want to be that intermittent light which can lighten the dark. I want to be that enchantment which can help myself to clear up the ruckus within my brain. I want to be chaste. I want to be liberated. I want to burnish. I just always not want but only demonstrate it to myself that yes you are not just anybody but somebody. I want a consistence existence of mine.
I want to be for my part. I want to be familiar by myself and want to do be in awe.